I thought about starting a blog for a while, since Jacob was diagnosed really. For him to look back on as well as me. You forget so much, especially when your first year of parenthood goes like ours did.
Jacob turned one two weeks ago. And I can't believe it. I remember the day he was born and those leading up to it like it was yesterday. Every bit of it.The pasta I inhaled while bouncing on my birthing ball because I remembered being told to make sure you eat some carbs to keep your energy up. To hanging over the back of a chair thinking "I'm not strong enough for this," to the moment the midwife handed me this squishy, pink, beautiful little person that I'd made. He was perfect. And after what I can only describe as the most wonderful and most awful year rolled into one, here we are. One eye removal, 6 rounds of chemo and numerous general anaesthetics later. If you know me, you know most of the story. If not, I hope you enjoy the read.
This is more of an outlet for me, but by no means me seeking a pity party. The opposite if anything. I hate people giving me the "head tilt" when they see me. I don't want people to feel sorry for us. Or for Jacob. If you know him, you will know he is anything but a suffering cancer patient. He is one of the happiest children I have ever known.
In all honesty, I'll probably bore you to tears. But feel free to follow us through Jacobs journey and our lives together.
Char.
